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... he called before sprinting back out with the hide clutched in both hands like a prize.
"I haven’t even—Ophelia!" Isabella started to scold, but the girl was already halfway to the river behind the hut, hair flying and slippers forgotten.
Isabella sighed deeply, muttering something under her breath as she rubbed her temple.
"Why do I bother..."
The wind carried the faint sound of a splash, followed by a long, dramatic sigh of delight.
Isabella smiled despit ...
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